Game Over Novels & Stories

Perimeter Lockdown Confirmed. The mechanical voice of the security system mocked me every time I came home. She had bypassed it. A Level 5 security network engineered by the top defense contractors in the world, and my sweet, delicate Aria had shattered it in ninety seconds, leaving nothing behind but a burnt-out circuit panel and a ruined emerald dress on the floor.

“I told you not to do that!” He snapped pushing me into the janitor’s closet that had become our normal meeting place. “I’m the captain-” “I don’t care!” He spat. “You will do as told or else-” “Or else what Diego?” I challenged. “You will get yourself and your little friends killed.” When Sienna Leighton exposed and got the school’s golden boy expelled for fixing her polo team’s matches, didn’t just win herself the captaincy, she also put a target on her back from the mafia family running the betting ring. Now, their heir, Diego Morozov has transferred to her school and is in her team to make sure they don’t lose any more money thanks to the self-righteous princess. They hate ea

Five days after I saved my girlfriend from an unhinged, violent patient, the wound on my arm tore open and got infected again. I wanted her to drive me to the hospital, but she spared me a glance before refusing, citing the need to avoid her being seen treating family. Left with no choice, I took a cab to the hospital by myself. Dizzy and weak from a burning fever, I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs, injuring my foot in the fall. At that exact moment, my supposedly busy girlfriend, Stella Sloan, was gently supporting her young male intern and passing right by me to cut in line for emergency treatment. A nearby nurse quickly tried to smooth things over for her. “Dr. Sloan takes

How high and mighty did he feel you to think I was his puppet set on stage to play with? The biggest mistake he could ever do was challenging my abilities and now that he did...no mercy. "Of course father. I understand but my last words will be this...checkmate is only a temporary setting against an intelligent player." I advised and took my leave. This was all just a game and if my pieces were already set into place, it would be a clean win. Well, with a little blood here and there. I was searching for August but stopped when I stumbled upon the two brothers in an intimidating staring battle.

I walked in circles around the room trying not to break down completely. Ten minutes had past. I was willing to pray to every possible god that would listen to my pleading for help… Suddenly, the speaker turned on, and I heard Okada's voice again. “Congratulations! The game is officially over.”

Time to end this one way or another. ***

A person appeared by the large tree ahead, and before he could react, he heard a gunshot. Then, his avatar turned grey. He was killed! And the one who killed him was none other than Z! As Frank was eliminated, John in the audience took a sip of his water, feeling satisfied. "Well played," he thought to himself. Frank stared at the capitalized "Game Over" on his computer screen, almost ripping out his green hair in frustration. Did he dye his brain along with his hair? Does he really need to worry about it himself? Great, now he's given away his victory to someone else.

The zero-sum game, a concept in game theory, implies that in any situation involving two or more players, one player's gain is exactly balanced by the losses of the other player(s). Thus, the total sum of gains and losses among participants is always "zero," eliminating any possibility of cooperation. The streets were lined with trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground as the brilliant sunshine peeked through the leaves. A black Lincoln was parked by the curb, with the occasional pedestrian strolling by on the sidewalk. It seemed like an ordinary day, except for the two bodyguards in dark suits standing conspicuously in front of the Lincoln.

She asked curiously, and he nodded. "I forgot to tell you the rules," he muttered, his frown deepening as if he had committed a grave offence. The Time Keeper’s eyes narrowed, the silver orbs shimmering like moons caught in a storm. His tone was grave as he responded, “Rules are the foundation of this arrangement, Alessia. Break them, and you may lose your chance to return entirely.” Alessia straightened, clutching the bracelet on her wrist. "What rules?" she asked cautiously, her unease growing with every passing second.

They all did. Then, without a word, Luciano stepped in front of her, blocking the screen from her eyes, as if shielding her from the numbers that were still burning holes into her soul. For a moment, it felt like an act of protection. But it was also final. Like the curtain falling after a tragedy. And then he spoke. “Game is over, Noora Veneitte.” His voice was low, deep, almost dangerous but also restrained, as if saying anything more would have let loose something neither of them were ready to face.